When he'd make love to her
when he makes love to her
her skin is smooth along the ridges of her spine
there is a tendon on her inner thigh, like a vine
it wraps around my hip as I kiss her with a fury
unlike the anger i feel when she leaves, in a hurry
rushing to see her husband, but he doesn’t fit
into the pieces of her puzzle of heart and heat and wit
i can make her smile, i can make her moan out loud,
my name with reverence, though she long ago vowed,
never to leave him, i know it’s withered into an echo
that chases after her, she slips onto her throne like a pharaoh
who indulges in the riches of my love, limbs tangled
her naked body soft and tender and sweat spangled
when i dive into her without restraint, my mouth greedy,
tasting every inch of her, unrelenting lips that are needy
with want and lust and it feels like i could very well die
if i don’t swallow her whole & stop her from saying goodbye